. right.So she allowed the thoughts to wash through her unfettered. She relived her humiliations. She didn't concern herself with the way she smelled ...r looked after the revelries of the previous evening.But she did need to pee. And she was getting hungry.There. She could think about her bladder, and her stomach, and about the feel of those ropes on her hands and ankles. No need to go any deeper than that.Mid morning, a new stranger came in and attended to her needs. The woman was older, maybe. Dave raised his ass so I could more easily reach his puckered hole. Fuck, said Dave my wife won't even do that, oh yes lick my asshole you dirty fucking whore, his words just made me more wanton as I rimmed and licked his bum hole, relishing the depraved fantasy I was finally getting to experience. I switched my attention back to his throbbing cock, sucking him into my eager mouth rubbing and massaging his balls and then slowly inserting a finger into his asshole. Davies cock was now freely. I got to my feet again, this time being a little more careful. I feltshorter and I didn't dare look down to find out why. Instead I focusedmyself and walked over to the mirror at the sink in that strangebathroom.Looking in the mirror was just one shock after another. Staring me inthe eyes was the gorgeous woman from the magazine and behind her in themirror was the shower that had been in the ad. I reached out to themirror, still not believing anything I was witnessing. The woman in themirror. Heavy hearted I went to her room. I knocked, which is something I would never normally do for I am the arm of law in the household and have right of entry in all but my Mistress’s apartments. She admitted me into her room, a candle still burning in the stick by her bed. She smiled and I think enjoyed my humiliation as I expressed my regrets at my behavior. Maria knows and understands me. She lifted her nightgown and there was her shaft. I knelt before her in total subjugation and humbled.